Love is really nothing
But a dream that keeps waking me
For all of my trying, we still end up dying
How can it be?
Preston Asher Smith
"I don't suppose i will get very far will i" he nodded with a chuckle, sweeping hand through his white hair. "Your right, thank you"
Shifting his weight from one side to another he gave a crooked yet attractive smile, frowning lightly he felt like some one was behind them, a feeling that he knew was going to happen more here than anywhere but this was different, well at least if felt it.
So young and full of running
All the way to the edge of desire
Steady my breathing, silently screaming